Medication and alcohol do not mix. Period.
Around a -4. Alcohol-induced paranoia and anxiety. Talked to her a bit. Still am. She's taking a smoke break. Just...I don't know. Scared? Trying to stay neutral. Trying to not give a s**t. With anyone else, it wouldn't be so f*****g hard. I don't know why I care about her so much. She's put me through hell. Others I've cared about, nothing near this, but I didn't care about them nearly as much. Her? I don't know. Probably simply unrequitted love. It'll kill me most likely. Rather the bullet than the person. I'd really rather a gun to my head or a knife to my throat than what I anticipate.
Nice adrenaline rush. Too bad it is one induced by severe, acute paranoia. I know I'm setting myself up for a huge fall. I hate that premonition s**t, only because with this level of them, I'm usually right. No self-fulfilling hypothesis BS. I just know. With her, I know. I fear it, but I have to go through it. This is, I'm telling myself, the last time. Then again, I've told myself that I was on my last pack plenty of times.
f**k... right now I just want to put a bullet in my head. Sure, this could go really well. I just don't see it going that way. I guess you could say I know better, but I'm too stupid to do otherwise. I don't konw.
I know I'm drunk, but still, I hate this level of giving a s**t. Normally I care, but it doesn't take me over. I think this is borderline obsession, possibly even obsession. It was an obsession in the past, due to her I think it is flaring up again. I don't f*****g get this s**t. I'd rather an obsession with an object. I can be comfortably miserable with just things to occupy my mind. Her, that's another story entirely.